Have you ever had one of those moments, where everything is perfect and you'd like to stay there forever, and ever?

Last night I had one of those moments. The window in our bedroom was slightly open (no longer will it be left wide open, not after Chewie's botched escape a few weeks ago). There was a really light rainfall and I could hear the drops hitting the leaves on the tree outside the window. That has to be the very best sound in the world, no music could ever compare. I lay in the bed with freshly washed "T-shirt" sheets enveloping me listening to the rain and letting my mind drift. Letting it go to the places that minds only go when they have not a care in the world.

This was all great, but something was missing. Then "something" showed up in the form of two orange kitties with white bellies, purr boxes going full steam. One of the little somethings slid under the blankets and lay beside my bare legs. He pushed himself against them. I love the feeling of soft downy kitty fur on skin, and I think he knows it. I could feel him purring more than hear it.

The other little something lay himself on my pillow, right up against my head. His face resting beside, and slightly against, my cheek. I could hear every purr drenched breath he took.

It was purrfect. If I could I would have stayed in that place for the rest of my days. I hope this becomes a nightly ritual.

Copyright © Rebecca Parkin
March 29, 2001